"Donnie! Mutant!"
Deacon's eyes had turned completely blood-red, a characteristic of the Blood God. His body was becoming increasingly normal as he gradually adapted to this new body. He roared and raged, utterly fixated on Donnie. Only he understood what that mutant's blood truly meant.
Only he understood how miraculous that mutant's blood was!
Donnie's face was cold as he assembled into a Hand Cannon and blasted the river of blood apart with a single shot. It did little good; the blood river quickly reformed. The Blood God's physical strength was nothing remarkable, but his recovery ability was infuriating. No matter how he was hacked apart, he instantly regenerated.
"Are you sick? I'm straight, damn it! Why the hell are you chasing me so relentlessly?!"
Donnie dodged left and right in a sorry state, starting to grow anxious. That bastard Deacon seemed to have set his sights on him and refused to let go, like a rabid dog.
"You are special. You are the most special one! I mixed your blood with the Daywalker's blood. There's something in your blood that can actually elevate the essence of life! Your blood raised the Daywalker's blood to a higher level!" Deacon jerked his other arm, which rumbled as it transformed into another river of blood and clawed viciously at Donnie. He wanted to capture Donnie alive and drain every last drop of his blood.
"Only I understand how important your blood is! Only I understand! If I devour you, I can go even further!"
The ground began to crack, terrifying fissures appearing one after another. As the Blood God, though still incomplete, Deacon seemed to have begun grasping a terrifying power. He would use this endless strength to capture Donnie, devour him, and then conquer the entire world, turning it into Vampire